Scoring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEDE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLM NONO PQPQ RSLS OTOT UDUD VLVL WXWX YCYC YPYP| Philip Larkin | A |
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| Poets Larkin some of us became | B |
| for no more reason than a face | C |
| in a book or a strange name | B |
| we recognized and learned to trace | C |
| - | |
| through poetry anthologies | D |
| we bought in second hand shops | E |
| Your work never seemed to please | D |
| anyone I knew but my bus stops | E |
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| in the same sort of neighborhood | F |
| a couple of bars a flower store | G |
| a pharmacy where it's understood | F |
| evening's the best time to score | G |
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| and so I read about your rooms | H |
| rented by the week your trips | I |
| to Blackpool the dusty tombs | H |
| in old churches the way strips | I |
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| of wallpaper halfway falling | J |
| from bathroom ceilings never | K |
| let go entirely Calling | J |
| myself a poet's not been a clever | K |
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| thing to do but calling you one | L |
| made me feel better sometimes | M |
| I put the book down now done | L |
| admiring your effacing rhymes | M |
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| and pull the chain and think | N |
| while pulling up my pants I'll | O |
| duck around the corner for a drink | N |
| and maybe some chick with style | O |
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| will be there waiting for some guy | P |
| I used to know and on the strength | Q |
| of that I'll say hello and buy | P |
| her a drink and down the length | Q |
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| of the bar our reflections | R |
| in the mirror won't seem half bad | S |
| Unmarred by the imperfection | L |
| of her waiting to be had | S |
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| by someone else she'll smile | O |
| and I'll slowly let my hand | T |
| wander along her thigh while | O |
| we converse she'll understand | T |
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| it's nothing just another way | U |
| to pass the time until the guy she's | D |
| waiting for comes in today | U |
| he's passed four scrips Her knees | D |
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| shift properly and off they go | V |
| to snort and sniff and make a run | L |
| downtown to sell some reds They know | V |
| I'm straight these days and not much fun | L |
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| to be with anymore Most nights | W |
| I end up sitting in my room | X |
| reading a book with all the lights | W |
| turned off but one a kind of gloom | X |
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| I've almost grown accustomed to | Y |
| Sometimes I think I see your face | C |
| there in the shadows shot through | Y |
| with nothingness and in no place | C |
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| at all a state you always knew | Y |
| you'd come to by and by | P |
| empty and featureless and blue | Y |
| and clearly not a kind of sky | P |
Jared Carter
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